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right of faithLying on the ground curled up and all you feel is pain Remembering the thing that happened, yet it happened all the same Although you prayed as best you could you still had to endure The pain that cuts into your heart for which there is no cure When all you ever had been told is false and is a lie The time has come to give it up lay down your life and die For all you ever believed and loved lets you down so many times Yet you still believed that he was there, you ignored all the signs Let go of faith in the one above he can’t do anything at all Just close your eyes and dream of death and lright of faith
by ~SpikedCandy
Come with meIt must be false that forever can last forever. Everything must come to an end, at some point or another everything will die and nothing will survive on earth.Come with me
The grey seemed to consume the land as she looked over the endless sea. The world was lacking colour yet again, this fog had covered the town for days now and showed no sign of departing. Tired and weak from the full days work she made her way home, trying to see in front of her so that she would not stumble and fall for she did not know if she had the energy to pick herself up. The weather continued to worsen, every step she took brought the weather to curse against her e
by ~SpikedCandy
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Corpse's BetrayalOh corpse, my dear, Where have you been? But "out with the lads" Is not what you meanCorpse's Betrayal
While I sit and I wait, My thoughts all on you, You pull on the strings, Of not one love, but two,
I give you my life, My love and my soul, You give me blank stares, Your eyes black as coal,
Alone in the dark, With you by my side, The parents are listening, Your moans we will hide,
And then, one cold night, A knock at the door, A woman stands there, And sure to implore:
"Alrigh' love? You wouldn' 'happen t
by ~vansen
Ye Old Brothelby ~Dakkuo
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- Current Residence: Dundee
- Interests: medieval art/history/literature, clarinet, writing
- Favourite movie: nightmare before christmas
- Favourite band or musician: HIM, Rasmus, Evanescence, ,Nightwish, A perfect Circle
- Favourite genre of music: heavy rock/gothic
- Favourite artist: rosetti, vermeer
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde, Chaucer, shakespeare, poe
- Favourite photographer: it varies.. a few of them i stalk.
- Favourite style of art: pagan/beautiful yet simple work
- MP3 player of choice: creative zen
- Favourite cartoon character: shock
- Personal Quote: i love acting, it's so much more real than life
- Tools of the Trade: emotional state, pen/computer/paper
- Email: medievalwench17@aol.com
- AIM: medievalwench17
- MSN: darkeclipse@hotmail.com
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I recognized that, although I have over 1500 watchers, my deviations are viewed about 500 times.
That means a lot of my watchers aren't looking at my stuff anymore.
If you read this, please reply to it so I know who to remove from my friends/watchlist and who not.
You also count as an "active watcher" if you're just stalking me (only looking, not commenting/faving).
If I don't get a response to this comment within 5 days I'll remove you from my watchlist, knowing either your account is inactive or you just lost interest in me.
Thank you for your time
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My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her;
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.
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My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her;
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.
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